Yoga IS my Glimmer of Hope

In the wake of so many losses -- some chosen, some not-- (my grandfather, my therapist, (impending) my job, (impending) my apartment, my plans for the future), I've been clinging to the only glimmer of hope I really feel like is consistently left in my life: yoga. I guess we can call this blog an [...]

An Attack on Genetics

Have you done one of those fancy DNA + health kits from places like ancestry.com and 23andme.com? I have and let me tell you, it makes me want to Thwart my genetics. I was lucky enough to get the health kit free from 23andme by signing up for a research study on bipolar and depression. The [...]

Daring to Explore the Cognitive Dissonance

Have you ever dared to explore your own cognitive distortions, your own cognitive dissonance? It's a scary undertaking. Facing one's own shadow. Cognitive Dissonance is the dirty fiend that leads us to repeat unhealthy patterns over and over again. Cognitive Dissonance is an enigmatic trap. The more we think something, the more we bring about the [...]

Loving Yourself When You’re the Toxic Person

We are, on occasion, going to be the Toxic person in our relationships. This is probably one of the hardest things to admit to ourselves because let's be real, it is easier if the hurt is the other person's fault. But sometimes, it just isn't. Sometimes it is us reenacting past behaviors, creating very real present [...]

If People Had Warning Signs

If people came with warning signs, what would yours say? I think often about this, about what people might need warning about when approaching me. As if I were a highway to somewhere and my landmarks needed explication. As if all who approach might need instruction on how to handle what's ahead. As if there is [...]

Who is that Stranger in the Mirror?

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and not recognized the person staring back at you? And I do mean staring because when this happens, I stare. I just look and look and hope that something will connect and I'll suddenly feel like I know the woman staring back at me. But no [...]

The Vanishing Girl

When I was a little girl, I used to practice being invisible. If I was invisible then I couldn't be yelled at, devalued, or hurt. At least that is what my childhood mind told me. Now, I know that doesn't make any sense, I am not, nor have I ever been, a vanishing girl. I was [...]